Need to get un-rusty at drawing so I’ll take 2 requests tonight. Go.
-// blog update: hiatus.
Hey guys, so I am officially going to put this blog on hiatus. In practice, I’ve probably been on hiatus for a couple of weeks, but I figured I’d wait until after Valentine’s Day because sometimes people like to harass Vincent for his namesake.
Anyway, I’m just not feeling sufficient motivation to keep up with both of my blogs, and if I need to make a choice between the two I’d rather stick with Lucrecia. If you play your muse post-canon, you can feel free to hit up my Lucrecia at @a-chaotic-affair. I only play her post-canon, and no that doesn’t require any more familiarity with Dirge of Cerberus than playing with Vincent did anyway. But I’ll probably be fairly selective with my threads.
If you had a thread with my Vincent muse, it’s effectively being dropped, sorry. Here are some other Vincent blogs that you can check out: @dirge-of-valentinex4 @kaosureign @umbrxm @crimsonredemption-x @notavampirehere @thesinnednightmare
You can feel free to unfollow or not. I may resume Vincent at some point in the future but for the time being I’ll only hop on if @exsiliumductoris summons me (or maybe if I just feel like harassing him), so please don’t send any messages here expecting me to get them. You can find me at @a-chaotic-affair or @ravynnenevyrmore.
Ciao, — Ravy
Vincent Valentine | Final Fantasy VII: Dirge of Cerberus
Carrie Blast Furnaces | Rankin, PA 2016
Vincent Valentine, a little gift for my best friend. It’s my way of thanking him for suffering through my fangirling day after day after day. How he hasn’t given up on me yet is beyond me. Forgive me for the eternal spam! (シ_ _)シ
soft an gorgeous
Her tears don’t fall;
They crash around me.
Her conscience calls
The guilty to come home.
— Tears Don’t Fall, Bullet for My Valentine
BULLSHIT.
I have never loved myself. But you…
I loved YOU so much I forgot what {н a т ι n g м y ѕ e l ғ} felt like…
Put "ᴅᴏ yᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴᴇ yᴇᴛ?" in my ask to see how my muse reacts.
psa. i am an agonizingly slow roleplayer — my muses are fickle and some days all i can manage is chat threads or shenanigans. other days i can pump out longer threads like no one’s business. if it takes me awhile on your thread it has nothing to do with you as a writer or me losing my muse for the thread.
It’s a fine year
The beast eyed up the crystal glass that Vincent had dangled in front of him, the contents almost non-existent now. He slumped his ears downwards at the sudden realisation, how could he not have noticed that these events were always appearing after he had consumed this stuff?
“I…I. Think there may be a connection there my friend” dropping a tone of relief as his words rolled from his tongue.
“I wish I could have spoken to you sooner regarding this, all of that unnecessary stress for something so idiotic” Nanaki looked down at his own, long empty glass, deciding that the night was too far gone to continue drinking. His efforts at standing must have looked humorous, a quad-legged mess of misplaced steps leading to a swift nose dive to the floor; the effects of the bottle already grasping his actions.
“Well….. This sums ups my concer- *hiccup*” limbs now sprawled out on the sheet metal underneath him.
Vincent buried an amused smile behind his cloak. Perhaps he should have stopped Nanaki much sooner, rather than assuming he already knew his tolerance. “Ah, then who would keep Gilligan company?”
The alcohol had apparently hit Nanaki quite rapidly and Vincent now felt a touch irresponsible for having encouraged him as an experienced human adult. He set his own tumbler on the console by his elbow and bent down to gently lift his friend to his feet by the haunches. “Time to go. Can you stand on your own?”
of-monster-and-man:
exsiliumductoris:
of-monster-and-man:
Literally crawls back from the dead.
Shoves him back in the coffin tbh.
FORCES COFFIN LID OPEN.
[nails that shit]
Transforms into monster. Breaks coffin open from within. Gives Veld a splinter.
“Of course. You look very good for a dead man. Does that mean you’re a zombie now?"
Always asking the serious questions.
“You’re the doctor. You tell me.”